poetry and prose about place

trees on sky

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This time of year, the lost leaves allow a new observation of sky.  The bare branches remind me of pen and ink on paper.


these leafless trees / brush against /a linen sky / ink strokes /on rice paper

 (from ‘requesting the favor of a reply’ in the post ‘hidden in the hollow heart of an oak’ August 19, 2011, under shelter)   


pale sunrise


perhaps this sparse oak

colored the pale sunrise

palette, faded autumn


even loaded, lean branches

lay only brief color

on canvas sky


brush more suited to calligraphy

a few abbreviated strokes

a terse ‘good morning’


© Jane Tims 2007

Written by jane tims

October 30, 2011 at 8:23 am

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  1. Alluring colors in the sky, a perfect background for the stark bare trees and branches…


    Barbara Rodgers

    October 31, 2011 at 5:12 pm

    • I’m so glad November, with its dismal days, has hints of color to look forward to. Jane


      jane tims

      October 31, 2011 at 7:36 pm

  2. Great poem Jane. Love the simplicity of it.




    October 30, 2011 at 11:11 am

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